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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    the dark light [Castile, Mary, any]
    #1
    do you ever wonder...
    ...do you ever dream?

    Getting involved with Mary had been a mistake. Velk knows that now. Well, he knew that right after he realized she was pregnant. The impulsive choices he made that day sure did make one huge mess. He stayed out of obligation; because he was raised to do the right thing. And, the right thing was to take responsibility for what is yours.

    "Are you sure the twins are both yours?

    His father's words. Castile's voice echoes in his son's head. At the time, Velk could not be sure. So, he returned to Sylva in an effort to find out. Except, he could never find the right words or, the courage to ask her. Dania bears his vibrant sapphire blue mane and tail while, Daine's mane and tail are a sunset hue like that of a stallion he met ages ago. Raul, he recalls Castile saying. Velk never thought anything of the difference. in fact, he justified the stark contrast with Mary's ability to change her color.

    For a split second, the black and white feels his lips curve into a smirk as he thinks back to how Mary used her trait to charm him. Then, Velk catches himself and, immediately, straightens up. His poll lifts and his smile fades. He swallows and then, he presses on. The black and white tovero marches out of the shadows of the Sylvan forest and into the welcoming sun of Loess.

    He chose his father's land because he had to leave Sylva. Since Sinner's (and Mary's, by default) traitorous move against his sire, Velk could not associate himself with her. He also could not go home. Neither the Hyaline, nor the Silver Cove feel like home anymore. Not to mention, Velk could not bear to burden his mothers with his mistake. However, Castile already knows. Confidently, the sturdy steed crosses the border and, navigates around the rocky knolls. He does not announce his arrival. He trusts the dragon approves him moving in and, he should know his cologne by now so, Castile would surely locate Velk if, and when, he wanted.

    Velk

    @[Castile] @[Mary]
    #2
    and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left
    a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
    It’s so easy to fall into the hands of impulse and lust. The satisfaction bleeds through the soul but then it recedes suddenly when the repercussions surface.

    Castile is well aware of the affects, and so he could not be entirely angry at his son for what he had done. They are victims of temptation. Unfortunately, the temptress for his son was the enemy. It placed their family in a precarious situation, as Castile wondered whether she would utilize the children’s blood against everyone. Would she force everyone – including Castile – to his knees by threatening the safety of her own foals? He didn’t know, didn’t want to know. For months, the draconic king waited for his doorstep to be invaded, but nothing happened.

    Nothing ever happened.

    No one acted out against him.

    Silence.

    Even Velk faded with the season, but he returns now with a confident air that instills inner pride inside Castile. From afar, he watches his son arrive with a smirk adorning his handsome face. Admittedly, he sees a lot of Solace in the boy (forever his boy, no matter what age) and his heart admittedly leaps every time. Although fate pulled them apart, Castile will always treasure Solace in the deep confines of his heart. How could he not when she mothered his very first children?

    Meeting his son midway, he presses a rough nudge to his withers followed by a playful nip. ”Hello, firstborn,” he humors with a broad grin while settling in front of Velk and looking him over. Memories flash lightning-quick across his thoughts, accompanied by an image of a young Velk – a gangly colt comfortably standing next to his dutiful mother. ”How have you been?” His tone is casual, adopting the role as father instead of King, an equal instead of a superior. Sweeping his tail across his hocks, Castile attempts to drink the scents mingling with his son, but seemingly not much has changed. Nonetheless, he asks, ”What have you been up to?” Certainly not coddling Mary, he notes quietly.


    castile



    @[Velk]
    #3

    Long May She Reign


    She continues to travel from the Resort and Loess, carrying out her duties as a diplomat for both kingdoms. The scent of both lands mingle on her pelt, though Loess was overpowering the scent of the salt water.

    She quietly travels through Loess, she had to force herself to meet the other members, even if she didn't want to. Did they even know she was here? Would they accept her? Or attempt to chase her out, but the stubborn mare would fall to her knee's before she allowed that to happen.

    As she moves through the kingdom the scent of Castile runs through her nares. She grins and moves towards him, she wouldn't let him forget about her presence in Loess and the best way to do that was to constantly remind him.

    It didn't take long, the black and white stag came into sight, and she leaves the hiding of foliage as she approaches him. Though as the king shuffles his body he uncovers a second, Velk.

    Fuck


    She thinks to herself, the father of her second child..well one of them. She had avoided him since she had gave birth, it was for him though, he was such a good boy and she didn't want to tell him that his brother sired the sibling of his daughter.

    She wanted to turn around, but that would be a coward move and she was no coward. Instead she finds a spot closer to Castile, settling as the stag asks his son what he had been up to. Castile, Velk she glances to each of them as she speaks there names. So good to see you both, what have you been up to?

    She intrudes in there conversation, she can only hope they don't bring up the twins...but she knows better and braces herself for exactly that.

    MARY



    @[Velk]




    #4
    do you ever wonder...
    ...do you ever dream?

    Lips curve into a smile as his sire's footfalls are heard echoing in the vast, open ceiling. Velk found Loess' view of the sky to be one of it's most beautiful attributes. He certainly preferred looking into the wild blue yonder over looking at the underside of leaves. The black and white arches his neck playfully as Castile nudges and nips his withers. Ink-painted ears swivel to catch his father's warm hello before they finally face forward where his sire stands.

    Velk hears his father's question though, he cannot quite find the words to express himself. Above all, he is disappointed in himself; disappointed because he fell for temptation. The disappointment also stems from the guilt he feels by not pursuing Mary after they fornicated or, after the subsequent birth. He not only gave into his impulses but, he did not take responsibility for his actions. His mothers certainly raised him better than that. Velk also feels betrayed and alone. Alas, he could not quite admit that all to his dad.

    Luckily, Castile's second question is easier to answer. The black and white tovero begins to speak but, his words are choked back as Mary's all-too-familiar perfume floods his nares. Velk freezes. He did not inherit any dragon traits but, true to the nature of being sired by a dragon-shifter, Velk feels his very blood coursing hot through his veins. His heart pounds inside its cavity and, it takes all of his self-control to keep his breathing regular. His sapphire gaze grows dark and his previously pricked ears flatten to his poll.

    It is no wonder that all of his bottled emotions present as anger now. Before Castile can acknowledge her, Velk rushes forward. He simply could not allow daddy to stand up for him. This is something he must do. He meant no disrespect on his father's land and, certainly Castile could take care himself but, the nerve of her to show her face! "How dare you show up here!" Velk spits. He had not the foggiest idea why she seems so nonchalant about being here. Truth be told, he did not care. Velk continues, his tone that of a hiss. "I cannot believe you fooled me and, now, strut about freely in my father's land. How dare you." He cannot be sure if she knew Castile to be his sire. He does not remember telling her before now though, perhaps, she picked it up from his cologne. Velk decides, that if Mary did know then, her being here is calculated and thus, even worse.

    If he had talons, they would be digging into the soil, just waiting to lash out at her. If he had teeth, they would be bared and snapping at her. If he could breath fire, he would be warming up the flame at the back of his throat. As it were, the black-and-white possesses nothing more than his stocky equine body and, the ability to heal. So, instead, his ears remain pinned flat against his poll. His gaze, still an unusually stormy, navy hue, locks with hers. His nostrils are flared wide as hot breaths violently push out. Perhaps, at some point, he would back down. After all, she is the mother of his children. Child. Whatever. For now, his betrayed heart tells him to push her away.

    Velk

    @[Castile] @[Mary]
    #5

    Long May She Reign


    She offers a gentle greeting to both stags, although the prince did not take so kindly to it. In fact he begins to shout, and outburst questioning her very being in Loess.

    The dapple mare refrains from rolling her eyes, she should have known to not get involved with such a young stag. She had always been a free spirit, being tied down to one partner was never her goal...but it seems now that, that was exactly whay Velk had wanted.

    She glances her hazel eyes to Castile, hoping he would control his child, but he doesn't, and he was probably enjoying this exact moment. Velk continues on saying exactly how he feels.

    Though Mary is alright with letting him vent his frustrations she would not allow him to question her position. You should be wise to watch your tongue with me, the words nearly hiss as they leave her mouth. I am a resident here, one position below Starsin to be exact.

    She dares to grow closer to the blue stag, and even in the heat of the moment she can appreciate his looks. Don't forget you are the one who left Velk, not me. He looks at her with hatred, though she quickly makes peace with the situation as she says what she needed. There may nevee be a connection between them again, but he could take this chance to meet his child and move on from it.

    MARY



    @[Velk]




    #6
    and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left
    a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
    There is a calm before the storm as father and son reunite beneath the midday sun, smiles stretched across their lips. Life frequently pulls them apart, but they always find each other, drawn by their blood and need for one another. With Valdis lost among the ferns, there is only Velk – instead of both – to find solace and comfort in as the weeks melt into years. There is always something new on the horizon when their paths connect, a pile of news to sift through and address. Last, it had been Mary and the coupling.

    Little does he know that the same storm is looming overhead, dark gray and churning.

    Emotions and uncertainty choke Velk at first, and Castile nearly inches closer to urge him, but then the outburst arises and there is an unexpected explosion. Instinctually, fire coils in his gut and scales ripple across his skin. Colors vibrantly dance in complementary fashion until he turns to see what – or whom, actually – has such an effect on his son. Their names coolly suspend in the air until ripped down and apart by the sharpness of Velk’s tongue.

    Quickly, everything settles in Castile. He is stoic as he placidly stands in observation with scrutinizing eyes that dart back and forth. This is their story, their predicament. There’s little he can add except, ”She’s right. Mary is a Loessian now.” A ranked member versus kin. His place is awkwardly between them. And as much as he wants to stare at his son following Mary’s accusation, Castile does and says nothing more, adopting a mediating role for the first time in his life.


    castile



    @[Velk] @[Mary]




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